Hopeful Parents

Dang, three posts in a day after a drought. I’m back, baby! LOL

I wanted to pass along a new site where I’ll be writing. Hopeful Parents is a site for parents of special needs kids. All kinds of special needs kids. I’ll be writing on parenting twice-exceptional sons. ‘Cause, you know, write about what you know. 😉

So, come by. Join the community. Meet others in same or similar boats. Because when you think you’re alone in that boat, it’s great to find someone else to help you bail water.

Buying a lottery ticket

“As a result of our lottery, your child has been selected for the full day class.”

August 19, 2009. A day eight years in coming.

Holy crap, they’ll both be in full-time school this fall.

In less than one hour

In less than one hour I will leave to get J from preschool.

I will pick up the mail on the way.

In the mail will be an envelope.

In the envelope will be a letter.

In the letter will be the information about kindergarten 2009.

That information will tell me if I’ve officially sold my soul to the devil for full-day. My receipt, if you will. Nasty return policy.

If he’s in full-day, you’ll hear my yelps of glee.

If he’s not in full-day, you’ll hear my scramble for supplemental education.

For, you see, 140 kids registered for kindergarten for this fall.

That is not a typo. One hundred forty kids. One-four-zero.

Half applied for full-day kindergarten.

There is one full-day class of 24.

If he got in, I’m buying a lottery ticket tonight.

All I want for Groundog Day is my two front teeth…

Oh thank God and all the saints, they’re gone…


This morning those two front teeth were disgusting beyond measure. One pointed northwest, the other southeast. Gah. Even A, the sensory child that he is, had had enough. He tried to have me do it (gag), then finally just went into the bathroom and yanked one out. And that’s when I learned something very important. I can handle puke. A projectile-vomiting child is gross, but I can do it. But a kid with a bloody dangling tooth…my gag reflex sets off red flashing lights and klaxon horns. He couldn’t go to school with one bloody tooth in front, so Tom took care of it for me. He’s on tooth detail for the next ten years. And the Tooth Fairy felt bad that she gagged all over this morning, and that the teeth had to be pulled, so A is getting Bakugan instead of money.

The Tooth Fairy will be forgiven, I’m sure.